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To his chagrin he watched her lean over the counter top and check out the second container: the gour container So you h silky gold lashes, her eyes slightly unfocused ‘Why do you feel you need to play Mr Perfecto in your own home? There’s only you and me here’

He was all too aware of that fact, which for so, not to mention his blood pressure, and other bodily parts

He snatched the empty container and plastic out fro a whiff of alcohol on her breath as he dulass?

‘Maintain the I one end of her chiffon scarf ‘I bet you e in your sleep All buttoned up and stiff…’

Registering the tiny hitch in her breath, he swivelled his head to see her soft cheeks suffused with instant colour Right on the mark

He turned away, s left over fro to his lips ‘What do you feel like eating?’

‘Whatever you’re having’ Her voice had dropped a notch, turned husky

His fingers slipped on the h hi at his libido, sta hi his ie with quick deft hands…

He closed his eyes Very carefully set thedown Unclenched his teeth Wiped his hands on the towel and sent up a silent prayer for sanity

No doubt about it, she was tipsy What had he been thinking, giving her chane on an empty stomach? That’s it, focus on practicalities ‘You didn’t eat lunch,’ he barked ‘I told you to help yourself’

‘I forgot’

Next he knew she’d planted her butt on the bench beside hiot there—onebehind him safely out of his line of vision, the next moment she was on the counter top Perhaps she flew

Heat her Astute silver eyes stared back at hi her commission or her accommodation, he realised—as he’d already said, he needed her And they both knew it